Where is that Orion when I need him? Faye mused as she dragged a crate of power cabling across the small bridge space. She knew that technically she could request additional support staff to help her with some of this, but it was too much of a hassle for what amounted to a few minutes of tediously physical labour. That, and while she was better at asking for help, this was just stuff that she didn’t want to have to constantly answer questions with ‘I can’t tell you that’. She couldn’t wait till the bulk of her immediately pressing task was done and she could just go about her job on this ship like a normal person. Well, normal was relative- exceedingly relative where she was concerned- and it was probably more appropriate to use the word functioning.

Grabbing one power cable, Faye carried it over to the communications station and crouched down. Dropping the cable on the floor, she opened a panel and surveyed what she was working with. “Computer, what is the time?”

=/\=The current time is 2208 hours.=/\=

“Oh good, another late night. 45 minutes and I’m calling it a night,” she said aloud with a sigh.

=/\=Please restate the request.=/\=

Calloway rolled her eyes and stood up. She unzipped her jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. “Disregard, Computer,” she said as she moved to her took kit to grab her engineering tricorder.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist